

Once Upon A Time Once upon a time, fairy tales were realOnce Upon A Time by ~Ceasement
but I knew that life was far from perfect.
Too little to understand the problems,
too old to be blind, to not notice that
Things were falling apart at the seams.
I turned eight, nine, and I didn't believe.
Nothing was real but the nightmarish days.
Every night I'd pray for things to change,
Or at least for a dreaming reprieve,
but none seemed to come within my grasp.
And I move on, move on, switching lives.
Transcending worlds, changing my person.
And I'd lie awake and wonder, always,
Who am I, really, and why, why, why,
Why do I pretend to be someone I'm not?
Later on in life, old at


Madness in a world of what? I chant bitter dreamsMadness in a world of what? by ~OpheliaImmortal1356
Under my moaning.
Yet I recall sweet music
In my head.
I love to manipulate the
Storm after all are gone.
The rain and shadows
Whisper together in
A language I would
Elaborately sing.
The luscious garden
Stares at the void in
My sky.
A flood worships me
Like a tiny delirious
Friend.
I was frantically lathering
An essential diamond
Beneath a screaming
Ship.
Death tells sad symphonies
There on the bed.
The aching moon
Swims in pink and purple
Sausage juices.
Bye-bye.
